Part I: A Series of Fortunately Synchronistic Events
Fullofit Potential
by SynTony Robbins, Staff Gonzo Journalist at The Syntony Times
The Following is both true and not true, a superposition of hyperstitious science faction.
“The Future Is Recursive”
Part I
As I drove up to Fullofit Industries, I found myself entering a massive, dilapidated, and vacant parking lot…. entering under a broken-down neon sign….
Obviously, it looked strange, like a Jurassic Park set gone awry, and I wondered what could possibly be next.
For a brief moment, I couldn’t imagine how I was going to find my self at the prototype Meme Park I had heard rumors about: a cross between Disney and the historical world’s fair from 1893 meets Burning Man. The gossip has been brewing that Fullofit Industries has partnered with Disney and Magic Leap to create a real-life Fullerian World Game, a real-time sequel to Disney’s 2015 film Tomorrowland. But I couldn’t imagine anything remotely like that based on this not-so-grand-entrance.
I followed the ‘One Way,’ signs meandering through the lot, and finally drove onto a narrow single lane country road. I cruised for a mile or two before I began thinking that my publisher’s at Rolling Stoned had pranked the fuck out of me... in the middle of nowhere, I thought of one of my comedy heroes….
The lane had been lined with tall trees the entire drive, I never knew quite where I was in the scheme of things. When would it end? Should I turn around? What would happen if I did turn around? More curiously, what wouldn’t happen if I turned around now?
Finally, after several minutes of blinded-by-the-trees-faith there was a bend in the road which I couldn’t see beyond. I drove around that exponential S curve, like some kind of early twilight zone adopter, and the rest is going to be known as my heistory.
You might say the heavens opened up and finally there it was… Fullofit Industries… a destiny I had not been aware of until now.
It was a behemoth of audacity and tenderness, a brazen new world, a paradox that would come to be my norm when stepping into the preposterous culture of this otherworldly company.
I found myself feeling a bit dizzy with anticipation at the sheer elegance of this absolutely breathtaking homage to Frank Lloyd Wright. From what I had been studying on Fullofit, they were really obsessed with pop culture and honoring the genius whose shoulders they stand upon, and this place was most definitely a living veneration of the great American architect.
For me, in a very personal way, it was like a flagship-on-the-moon moment. I was witnessing the embodied arrival of Synergypunk, an inchoate zeitgote that I have been tracking for the last 12 years or so since Occupy Wall Street and my run in with the Vortex-based math guys in North Carolina. After spending time last week with Doug Rushkoff & Eric Weinstein, the deep throats of eXistential crises, it was an auspicious time to be arriving here to speak with the enigmatic Radical Bretminster Fullofit and his merry tricksters at their Synergyworks. If anyone could implement what Rushkoff and Weinstein speak to, my money was on the crew at Fullofit Industries.
I had come to this “bretcave,” chasing whispers of Fullofit's latest brainchild, a psychetechnology they called "Hyperstitious Linguistic Programming" - a genre-bursting fusion of chaos magick, neuro-linguistic programming, Qbism, broadcasting, and the reality-warping power of a mettaphysics based on Theatrical Idealism Theory (TIT). The promise was nothing short of a complete rewiring of the fabric of existence, a blurring of the lines between mind and matter through the sheer mettaphysical1 gravity of language, belief and faith.
I finally parked and got out of my car.
Immediately, from seemingly now-here, a young man approached, waving, and pointing towards the dock where a sign simply said, “Ferry.” We converged at the sign and he introduced himself as my ‘spirit guide,’ and then waited a beat and laughed heartily… and went on, “I’m just kidding man,” my name is Drendan Blackson and I’m going to escort you across and give you some background on what to expect. Drendan was a dead ringer for actor Edward Norton, except he was black. He described himself as a devoted Suprasexist, and a psychephant of Fullofit's mesmerizing hipgnosis and spoof-fed wisdom.
He warned me that I’d continue to be exposed to this noo lexicon and to roll with it. I took my notepad out and jotted down the terms for future inquiry.
If I was right about a bretcave this guy would definitely have been its Alfred AND Robin.
Waiting for the ferry, I noticed a cooler sitting there, and Drendan reached in and pulled out what he called a memedelic concoction… it was shimmering, and iridescent. It seemed to defy the law of beverages (my words).
I jotted down ‘memedelic,’ and decided I should just keep my notebook in my hand at the ready.
We conversed. He spoke in what he called cryptopoetry and added many mind-expanding neologisms, painting a picture of a world where the boundaries of Darwinian Evolution were not just pushed but utterly doomed.
Placebo effect or new word order, I am not sure, but the air started to buzz with an undercurrent of barely contained ridiculousness, there was a sense that the impossible was not only possible here but perhaps even inevitable.
I started to feel funny, and I noticed Drendan was morphing into a Vietnamese Brad Pitt look-alike, and I ended up thinking to my self…
…. ... and then what do you know?
An automated Charon who looked like a cross between Spock and Carol Channing from a wax museum climbed up from under the dock like some kind of Navy Seal! He or she, or they, or it, I don’t know exactly, had a name tag that said, Larky.
It was odd being confronted by this particular robot, but par for the course from what I had been hearing about the agent-eccentric evocauteur and ICON of Fullofit Industries (as Bretminster refers to himself in interviews). I ignored the high strangeness and noticed the ferry approaching.
As you might expect -- this was not your ordinary ferry. It wasn’t a ferry. I can only describe it as a cross between 1960s Batman, Miami Vice circa 1984, and the Yellow Submarine of the infamous Hagbard Celine. On the bow it read, “The Together UFO”.
Drendan noticed my gaze and said that name would make more sense later. I jotted in my notebook.
We were ferried over the River Babylon that separates the dock from the meme-park. Me and the Edward Norton doppelganger stepped off on the other side, and them walked a little while, passing under a waterfall and there we were… on the incredible transmedium production set for Late Night Fullofit (LNF), where we were met by none other than the unorthodox ringmaster himself, R. Bretminster Fullofit.
Meeting him like this, it felt like a scene from the Prestige but with Bretminster playing Bowie, playing Tesla, and me playing Bale playing the magician— all together I’d describe the scene as totally congruent with a miscasted American Psyche. The moment oozed with nostalgia, innocence, and intrigue. I wondered if this was the first sighting of GenX’s redemption; something I had been waiting to see emerge since turning 50 my self.
Clearly, the memedelics were kicking in, and I was like a rabbit in headlights.
As we shook hands, I felt Bretminster squeeze some life into me, as he is known to do, and he laughed and said, “well, well, wonderful to meet you my friend, suffice to say, I’ve met you at a very strange time in your life,” and then patted me on the shoulder, saying, “Let me show you around our set.”
At this point, Drendan excused himself for a phone call and Bretminster and me walked on through another waterfall close by, and he said, "Hyperstitious Linguistic Programming," explaining with a grin that threatened to collapse the universal wavefunction, "is the art of Storyliving, of harnessing the power of belief and language to reshape the very foundations of what we call 'real.' I want to tell you all about it.”
As we delved deeper into the ontological anarchy, I found myself invited to spend the weekend at Fullofit Industries with Bretminster and the tricksters for a whirlwind of not-so-secret gatherings and surreal workshops, rubbing elbows with a motley crew of artivists, quantum social scientists and the rest of the troupe.
The further I went, the more memedelic it got, the boundaries of my own beliefs began to blur and warp. Concepts like "fact" and "fiction" started to feel like quaint relics of a bygone era, mere linguistic constructs in a world where the impossible had traction. The more I immersed myself behind-the-memes, Late Night Fullofit and Hyperstitious Linguistic Programming, the more I began to question not just the nature of Reality, but my own role in-forming it.
In a moment of surreal serendipity, I found myself in a context where the very ground of my being seemed to be alive with language, my words dancing and morphing in response to the ebb and flow of conversation. It was then that I encountered a master practitioner of this mind-bending art, a self-proclaimed femme praytell who claims to have reached the mythical "F-Type V" on the Fullofit Scale.
I jotted in my notebook.
Her words burned themselves into my psyche: "To truly wield the power of Hyperstitious Linguistic Programming, you must embrace the paradox at the heart of Reality. You must find the truth in the absurd, and the absurdity in the truth. Only then can you become a co-createur and fatekeeper of the universe next door, a shaper of destiny."
I jotted in my notebook….
She left as gracefully as she had appeared. I found my self alone for the first time since stepping out of my car 3 days ago. I couldn’t help my self, I took out my notebook and began to write the first draft of this article you are reading right now:
After several days with the ICONic R. Bretminster Fullofit and company one thing strikes me deeply… there is an open secret in this observer-bending artivism - that we are all, always, shaping Reality together with our words and our beliefs, whether we realize it or not. And in a company where the impossible has become the everyday, where reality is a malleable construct, perhaps the true power lies in embracing the paradox, in becoming a conscious co-createur of the miraculous.
Who's to say what's "real" and what's not? All we have are the stories we tell ourselves - and the courage to speak new worlds into being, one impossible word at a time.
At its core, NLP is a psychological approach that explores the connection between language, behavior, and subjective experience. It posits that by changing the way we use language, we can alter our thoughts, emotions, and ultimately, our Reality. Hyperstition, on the other hand, is a concept that emerged from the chaos magic scene, suggesting that ideas and narratives can take on a life of their own, shaping the world around them as they spread and evolve.
What Fullofit Industries has done is to combine these potent ideas into a singular programming philosophy for their Metta Telovision Platform for Fractal Impact Entertainment & Storyliving As A Service. They are creating content and participatory experiences designed not just to entertain, but to burrow deep into the collective psyche, seeding positive sum beliefs and behaviors that could ripple out to reshape the very fabric of society.
The shows and stories being crafted in the Storyliving Studios of Synergyworks were not just reflecting Reality, but actively shaping it, blurring the lines between fiction and fact, between entertainment and lived experience.
As I spoke all weekend with the reality hackers behind these mind-bending innovations, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was witnessing something truly spooky - and perhaps more than a little dangerous. They spoke of crafting "distributed linguistic technologies," and "narrative spells" and "memetic incantations," of weaving perceptions that could rewrite the operating system of culture its self.
In one heroic moment, I found myself in a studio where the very sets seemed to be alive, shifting and morphing in response to the unfolding narrative. And that's all I have to say about that.
As I emerged from the depths of Synergyworks, and Fullofit Industries Meme Park, my soul reeling with the implications of what I had witnessed, I couldn't shake the uncanny sensation that I had been irrevocably changed, that I had glimpsed the future of entertainment - and of Reality its self. . The ideas of Hyperstitious Linguistic Programming had taken root in my consciousness, blurring the lines between observer and participant, between chronicler and co-conspirator.
I was clearly entangled.
This was more than just a new way of telling stories; it was a tool for hacking the collective context, for shaping humanity’s state of narrative.
Even now, as I commit these words to the page, I find myself wondering: Is it like Bretminster famously says, “The future is recursive”? Am I merely reporting on this, or am I, through the very act of writing, becoming a part of it?
After all, in the Universe Next Door, Reality is what we make of it - and the beliefs we live have the power to change everything.
To my readers, I say, welcome to the brazen new world of Hyperstitious Linguistic Programming, where the future is a choose-your-own-adventure, and the only limit is the depth of our imagination.
One last thought from Bretminster’s catalogue of favorite quotes:
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Prologue
Part I.I
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